It’s the last day of the long weekend….*wwaaahhhh*….I don’t want to go back to work tomorrow! Anyway, the reason for Monday being a public holiday is that it’s Singapore’s National Day today. So Happy 39th Birthday to Singapore!
Ok, that’s about all the patriotism I can muster up.
Friday night — didn’t get up to anything after work. Went straight home, had dinner, and continued with the proofreading. It’s been challenging but I’ve also been learning a lot as I go along with this proofreading task that I’ve been put in charge of. It has made me more aware of what goes into the eventual publishing of a book. The final stages of checking cross references, checking the consistencies in numbers (decimal places etc), pagination, spelling consistencies, punctuation, paragraph alignment, line spacing etcetc.
Saturday night — Went to watch the musical The Revenge of the Dim Sum Dollies! Oh, the three dollies, played by Selena Tan, Pamela Oei and Emma Yong were a hoot! Satirising many aspects of life in Singapore, the trio cleverly weaved in political and gender jokes with tongues firmly in their cheeks amidst a dizzying array of costume changes and impersonations. It was evident that the three were having a fabulous time on stage! And boy did they have their audience eating out of their hands!
There were also six “beefcakes” who upped the ante on the cabaret feel. The six very delectable male performers who were sidekicks to these three dollies
were absolutely delightful to watch. Their dancing was good, but their singing wasn’t–their enunciation was bad. But seriously, who cares about that when there are washboard abs to look at (at times when they were topless)?
Sunday night— Went to a friend’s place for a party. The theme was Superhero and a couple of the people there (I didn’t know everyone) dressed up. I wore a red kimono-inspired wrap top with my dark blue jeans. My wrap top is held together by pin buttons in front, you know, those that are like little studs. I then topped it off with a flowing salmon-pink cape, which is actually a wrap I bought in Sydney. So I was supposed to be the Kimono Killer. Others were Wonder Woman, The Punk Perpetuator, Chun Li (streetfighter), Jeanie (from the tv show I Dream of Jeanie and a Japanese ninja (but he ended up looking more like a sushi chef).
The party was unlike others I had been to before because there there were poetry recitals and singing by the more poetically and musically inclined towards the end of the night when everyone was nicely sedated by alcohol. There’re really some gifted writers and singers around! I was glad to get the chance to appreciate some of these talents!
But to backtrack a little, at the start of the party, we played this icebreaker game. The hostess, Wonder Woman, decided to have some games to get people acquainted. It felt horribly like orientation days back in junior college and university.
There was one game called “Husbands & Wives” which made me as red as the top I was wearing (or not, as you will find out in a while).
The game goes like this–two circles are formed, with the gals in the inner circle and guys in the outer. One of the guys is without a gal. So he’s supposed to wink at one of gals discreetly and she’s supposed to run away and her “husband” is supposed to stop her by tapping her shoulder.
But some Neanentherdal instinct seems to take over these guys when they play such games. Instead of tapping, they pull the gals’ legs, drag them back by the shoulders (Wonder Woman told us to just run no matter what, so I guess the guys just got possessive!), and horrors, tug at them until the buttons in the their wrap tops are undone!
I nearly DIED. Of embarrassment. Ok, it wasn’t like the whole top came off, but it became undone. Like aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I dashed to the bathroom–I could be a serious contender for the 100m sprint at the Olympics. Quick, book me a flight to Athens!
At the end of the party, the Ripper apologised and on a consolatory note, said that he didn’t see anything ‘cos my back was towards him. But he added, sheepishly, that probably (like what do you mean PROBABLY???) only the guys sitting opposite saw. Yah like, THANKS!
Anyway, now I know what type of tops to wear if one’s on a really hot date and can’t wait to get it going. Stud bottons and maybe velcro are probably best–one rip and it’s all gone!